Doorbell rang yesterday. Mrs. Drang asked if I was going to get it. "No." "Don't you want to know who it is?""No."So she got up to see, and it was the people form the next block over with the same street number, once again the substitute mailman had gotten streets mixed up. We usually just circle the street number and put it back in the box. Don't remember what it was, anything she handed me got recycled immediately.

Last time I actually sent and received letters in the mail was shoot 2002. It was the only way to communicate in basic. Other then that it is only for packages. Packages are very nice...letters are from soul sucking companies or bill collectors for fake bills.

"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."